Is not reality known?
On the cusp without words
Hazy shadows creeping around the fringes
Let’s not lie between crazy towns
But look unflinchingly without knowledge
Reality is a thousand deaths with one cut
A younger version of yourself turning away
The last last of the last
Blazing hotness with no regard
It cares not of your traditions
family history means nothing to it
blocked bathrooms
blocked borders
It bothers not with your goals
your targets to be neutral
your road to zero
equanimity
It cares not about what you believe
what you want
who you love
if you pray
It knows nothing of your justice
your equality or lack there of
your life goals
your rights
It sees not how you are trying
efforts to curb
attempts to Recycle, Reduce, Reuse – Repeat
too tired to save... anything
Reality does not know, or care, or see, or believe
Reality is, Reality is, Reality is.....
We are on the cusp, losing without words... to Reality
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